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บท 85: The Magical Array Inscribed with Tunguska Runic Symbols

With a sudden flurry of thrusts, my left shoulder, right leg, and side were pierced by the crystal trident, each strike carving deep gashes into my flesh and rendering me nearly incapacitated in an instant. I had initially believed I could contend with this nameless youth, but once he became serious, I was swiftly defeated in our first encounter. "You are far too weak; even my most casual techniques are beyond your capability to withstand. It would be best for you to return; the title of Demon Island Warrior will not be bestowed upon you." 

"What? Is this truly considered defeat? This cannot be right!" Despite the formidable prowess of my opponent, I still had other skills yet to unveil, and the prospect of failure left me unsatisfied. Without the axe or the relentless pursuit of Master Guan's assassins, I would not have cared about the title of Demon Island Warrior; however, I urgently needed to return to Demon Island and enhance my strength. "I must obtain the title of Demon Island Warrior. If passing your test is the only way to qualify, then I shall attempt it once more." 

"Oh? You wish to try again? But given your current state, even multiple attempts will not allow you to triumph over me." 

"One must engage in battle to truly understand." I snapped my fingers, unleashing a trio of curse spells—slowing, stunning, and weakening—before my opponent could anticipate my capabilities. Caught off guard, the boy fell victim to my spells. Curses are particularly effective against melee combatants; the last practitioner of voodoo magic I faced suffered similarly, forced to engage me from a distance with his knife, unable to utilize his formidable martial skills, which allowed my petrification technique to succeed. 

Though this boy possessed remarkable martial prowess, he appeared oblivious to any form of magic. After succumbing to my curses, he found himself in a far worse predicament than the voodoo master, his movements slowing significantly, revealing numerous openings in his techniques. Sadly, despite his diminished strength, the disparity between our skills remained vast; even at half his capacity, he could easily send me reeling. 

Moreover, after repelling me with a fierce strike, an intense vortex of true energy swirled around him, suggesting he intended to dispel the effects of my curses using his own power. I was uncertain if he possessed such capability, but his willingness to attempt it indicated that miracles might indeed occur. "This won't do; I must end this swiftly. I have an item that can be utilized in this battle, provided... I can land a punch." 

My strategy crystallized quickly, and without pausing to ponder its potential flaws, I charged forward with utmost ferocity. As the boy positioned his crystal trident before me, I summoned my power armor without hesitation. 

Bang! Following a fierce clash, my left arm of the power armor was rendered useless, numerous circuits exposed. However, such losses were anticipated in my strategy; the true lethal strike lay in my right hand—I only needed to land a single blow. The boy, taken aback by my fervor, swiftly crossed his trident in defense, but as I shed my power armor and unleashed the Free and Easy Palm, I struck down upon his hand with unyielding force, leaving him helpless to react. 

The Level Three Magic Dog Emblem, when employed against a living being, compels them to obey like a docile pup. The artifact I wielded was indeed this previously deemed useless Magic Dog Emblem. "Let me pass." 

"What sorcery have you employed against me?" His gaze was defiant and reluctant, yet his body obediently parted to allow me passage. The Magic Dog Emblem proved far more effective than I had anticipated. As I contemplated whether to seize the boy's crystal trident as well, a frail yet authoritative voice emerged from within the cabin, murmuring, "You may enter." 

I strode past the boy, entering the cabin to find a diminutive old man with a hooked nose and piercing eyes, his stature barely reaching my waist. Yet, he exuded an aura of formidable presence, embodying the demeanor of a grandmaster. "To earn the title of Demon Island Warrior, one must possess the heart of a warrior. While you may have defeated my disciple, I see no qualities of a true warrior within you." 

"I am not a warrior; I possess no warrior's heart! Is the Demon Mercenary Corps merely toying with me? This nebulous examination is absurd; you might as well have told me from the start that I would fail, sparing me this futile journey to Canada." The old man with the hooked nose remained unfazed by my grievances. Once I had finished, he replied, "If you desire to obtain the heart of a warrior, you must accept my training. If you do not wish to earn the title of Demon Island Warrior, then please leave." 

"So, I am here for training? I gladly accept; I feared I would be turned away." Upon hearing there was still hope, I respectfully inquired, "May I ask your name, Master, and what kind of training I am to undergo?" 

"My name is Horus. Do you not possess a performance card?" 

"I do. What do you require it for?" 

"Follow me!" As Horus stepped aside, a vast cavern came into view behind the cabin, revealing a colossal magical teleportation array. Unlike the one belonging to the Demon Mercenary Corps, this array appeared ancient, inscribed with runes distinct from those I had encountered at the training camp on Demon Island or the French base of the Demon Mercenary Corps. 

Moreover, I recognized the script used to inscribe this magical array; it was the Tunguska runic language from the twenty-six language cards I had purchased on Demon Island. The Tunguska runic language comprises only one hundred and twenty-eight characters, making it relatively straightforward. Although I was not as familiar with it as with the Max magical script, I could not mistake it. Almost instinctively, I opened my hand, and radiant silver light coalesced into hundreds of magical symbols, which began to rotate before quickly aligning in the palm of my hand to form a new magical array. 

I clenched my fist tightly, fearing that the silver brilliance might escape, but Horus paid no heed to my small gesture, instead pointing at the teleportation array. "There are approximately seven or eight teleportation arrays worldwide aimed at Demon Island, but this is the only one targeting Skull Island. You can activate this array using your performance card, and the data on the card will be converted into the duration of your stay on Skull Island." 

"Skull Island! It sounds like a place devoid of virtue. Will I even survive the return?"


บท 86: The Formless Sword Qi Card of the Transformation into the Great Freedom.

"Rest assured, I shall accompany you." This statement provided me with a modicum of comfort; however, Horus's subsequent words extinguished my smile. "I cannot assist you in grasping the heart of a warrior; you must discover it through battle. However, if you wish to return safely from Skull Island, you may learn martial skills from me. The techniques I impart are priced according to their levels." 

"According to the auction prices on Demon Island, a complete set of martial skill cards costs over a hundred million. Master Horus, might your fees be more reasonable?" The diminutive old man seemed oblivious to my lament, casually gesturing towards the cave's interior, where a solitary bookshelf stood, laden with seventy or eighty tomes. He spoke coolly, "The prices are listed alongside the martial skill cards, and there are also some weapons. You have half an hour to choose." 

"Seventy or eighty books! Could this old fellow be a seasoned warrior of Demon Island, amassing such a collection of martial skill cards?" My arrival in Canada was driven by a desire to enhance my abilities, so regardless of Horus's stringent conditions, I had to acquiesce. The unnamed martial arts manual was incomplete, rendering it impossible to cultivate to the highest level. Changing my martial arts style had long been my aspiration; however, throughout my time on Demon Island, I had been consumed by battle and had not contemplated the direction of my training, especially since my current combat system still had considerable room for improvement. 

The recent skirmish with that youth made me acutely aware of my many shortcomings. While martial arts was not my sole path of development, possessing an additional skill would undoubtedly enrich my life. As I approached the bookshelf and casually picked up a book to peruse, I was astonished to find that it bore a striking resemblance to the Demon Book, which everyone on Demon Island possessed, albeit with differing styles and covers. 

I quietly inquired of Julière, "Why does the Demon Book come in such a binding? And isn't it said that the Demon Book disappears upon the owner's death, rendering it impossible for others to seize?" Julière's voice echoed softly in my mind, "When the owner of the Demon Book acquires a new identity, they may willingly relinquish it. You are still far from that realm. As for the styles, some of these are not Demon Books at all." 

"Though I do not particularly enjoy Demon Island, relinquishing the power I have gained seems implausible. Indeed, I am still distant from that realm. Ah! It appears that some of these are not Demon Books; this one is titled the Book of Skulls, and another is the Book of Elves—what a curious assortment." 

"The distinction being made is not a matter of spiritual realms, but of power realms. However, you need not concern yourself with that for now; focus on finding a new martial art to practice." The book in my hands contained an abundance of treasures, far surpassing the number in my own collection, and each item was of superior quality. Yet, aside from the treasures and cards, all other information had vanished, and the only card type available was the martial skill card, with treasures limited to weapons such as swords and spears. 

When I departed from Demon Island, I possessed nearly a billion demon coins. According to the prices listed in this book, I could purchase around ten sets of the most elite martial skill cards. However, I understood the wisdom of moderation; even my unnamed martial arts manual had only reached the third tier, and acquiring a greater variety of martial arts, aside from mere collection, would hold little value. 

As I flipped through a dozen or so books, I felt dazzled and overwhelmed, as if each martial art was appealing. I yearned to possess every weapon, when suddenly, a profound sensation struck me. My gaze fixated on a book bound in dark green, the Book of Wishes, as if it were whispering that it contained what I sought. 

I picked up this tattered Book of Wishes, which lacked the opulence and richness of the other tomes. Beneath the held cards were five cards, and under the treasures section lay a long, elegantly crafted wooden box, a fusion of Eastern and Western styles. The five cards were colored blue, red, black, gold, and purple, indicating they belonged to a set of martial skill cards. The entry-level technique was already of the sixth tier, named "The Formless Sword Qi of Transcendence," quite dazzling indeed. The treasure was called the "Demon-Breaking Sword Box." My intuition informed me that these were precisely what I needed, the finest skills and treasures in this place. 

The Demon-Breaking Sword Box, a luxurious weapon crafted through alchemical mastery, housed twelve Demon-Breaking Spirit Swords: one fifth-tier weapon, three sixth-tier weapons, five seventh-tier weapons, two eighth-tier weapons, and one ninth-tier weapon. The wielder's mental prowess determined the order in which the more powerful swords could be utilized, requiring the user to possess alchemical qualifications, at least the rank of alchemical apprentice, and three thousand points of mental energy. 

The Formless Sword Qi of Transcendence was a pinnacle martial art of the demonic path, with sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth-tier cards necessitating a foundation of fifth-tier martial arts for cultivation. This perfectly aligned with my unnamed martial arts card, allowing me to avoid starting anew. The Demon-Breaking Sword Box also compensated for my deficiencies in mid-to-long-range attacks, and mental energy was my strong suit—how could I choose anything else? 

The only drawback was that while the Demon-Breaking Sword Box was classified as a tenth-tier weapon, its maximum attack power only reached ninth-tier. However, being able to wield a ninth-tier weapon was still a distant prospect, so striving for perfection in my choice seemed unnecessary. 

Master Horus remained noncommittal regarding my selection. When I inquired about a possible discount, he firmly stated, "We adhere to fair pricing, with no exceptions. These two items are valued at three hundred thirty million demon coins—a significant expenditure." 

After purchasing the two items, I activated the teleportation magic circle with my achievement card. To my surprise, he joined me within the circle, and the anticipated sensation of pain did not manifest. This Tunguska teleportation magic circle boasted exceptional performance and remarkable stability. Though the silver symbols on my hands began to shimmer, they exhibited no rebellious intent, and we descended safely at our destination. 

"Proceed left towards the valley, where you will encounter a group of skeletal warriors. Begin your onslaught with them," he instructed. 

Acknowledging his words, I strapped the Demon-Breaking Sword Box to my back. It was remarkably lightweight, providing ample protection, while the twelve uniquely designed sword hilts protruded from the box, giving me the impression of a peacock displaying its feathers. 

The mental energy I had lost while consuming the Wish Fruit was gradually replenished through training, and I had even achieved a significant enhancement. Thus, when my mental energy probed into the Demon-Breaking Sword Box, I immediately sensed a Demon-Breaking Spirit Sword merging with my consciousness. With a mere thought, an orange-yellow longsword leaped from the box, hovering three feet before me. 

Among the twelve alchemically crafted Demon-Breaking Spirit Swords in the box, only this lowest-tier sword was within my capability to wield. 

"Stow your weapon; go unarmed!" 

"What? Unarmed?" Horus replied coolly, "I brought you to Skull Island for training. Utilizing this weapon will not aid your martial arts development." 

As I relaxed my mental grip, the orange-yellow longsword retreated back into the box. Horus's reasoning was sound; however, I needed to ascertain the strength of those skeletal warriors before deciding whether to prioritize training or self-preservation. "If things turn dire, I shall draw my sword and strike with swiftness; adaptability is key."


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